Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Banshee

I corrected " Whatever, anyways, where did you go yesterday?! I saw you running with a girl... who the hell is that girl?! You with a girl is nearly impossible, you know?!" " You don't need to know who." I stick my tongue out "You're suspiciously being secretive, Henry. Still those tasks yesterday, do you know how hard-" I cut him off, " Sorry, I'll make up for it later." "Hey, do you know? Her tournament just ended, her team won... so she's attending classes starting today... class 4-B, same as Megumi's." Kou stated while drinking his juice

Bird] [Level: 1 (83 XP until lv 2)] [Race: Swift Banshee] [Role: Scout] [Abyssal force: 40/40] [Attack: 10] [Defense: 9] [Dexterity: 10] [Agility: 12 (+1)] [Intelligence: 2] Skills: Banshee scream Lv 1 (10 AF) (v) + An ungodly scream that alerts allied units and stuns the opponent (25% chance) Bite (5 AF) Lv 1 (v) + Empowers Bite attacks Pica Lv 1 (v)

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

Great. Aye it is normal for wolves to not care that they were bare but right now I was not fond of the thought of unmated females seeing what belonged to me. I squinted and spoke in tongues. Quickly his form was covered with new clothes. Smiling in satisfaction I turn back to my task and pulled out the potion bottle I was looking for. It was white with a resemblance of smoke inside. It was the soul of a young female banshee that I trapped inside not too long ago.

Lance felt his body behind him suddenly stop shaking, and when he turned his face to look at him he was amazed. Helena the Banshee had assumed a haughty and confident posture, she looked directly at the gigantic wolf that stood menacing, her starry gray eyes were now red, like flames, were on fire, her hair once deep black, now it was just as red. A red blood, a powerful aura enveloped her, like a blanket, the wolf advanced, and the young Banshee raised her hand and seemed to float flames, which hit the wolf in his brain, but it was not ordinary flames. They did not make him burn in flames, but they stopped him, gradually the wolf was losing its strength, and fell to the ground with a large

It growls, dropping to its knees from the pain of the magic but not dying. “Get the scrappers,” I tell my familiars, conjuring another energy ball with one hand and grabbing Evander’s with the other. I jerk him forward, trying to block out the banshee’s screams. Banshees are lower-level but aren’t entirely corporeal. An energy ball won’t kill one, but it will slow her down. We’ll take what we can get. Low-hanging branches scratch my face, and dew from the underbrush soaks my pants. Evander slows, brings his hands to his head, trying to cover his ears.

"A what?" "A Banshee," I repeated. "They're rare, really rare. And they have the power to sense death and when they scream they can hurt people with their voice." "That's impossible," she said. "I'm not a Banshee. I'm just me. I'm just human." "You made everyone in the training grounds bleed from their ears," I said gently. "That's not human Nyx." She looked down at her hands again. They were shaking. "This can't be real."

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

Amyra's eyes clouded with rage at the sight of the dead bodies scattered around me. "Good thing I have a plan B" she said, her lips curled with disdain."Annie, come out" she said and someone stepped out from behind her. A young woman. She had a head full of red curls and bright green eyes. She was a foot shorter than Amyra and she looked rather skinny. I stared at her, confused. The young woman looked innocent and helpless. How could she possibly be of help to Amyra? I got my answer as soon as she opened her mouth and screamed. Pain lanced through my skull, forcing me to clamp my hands around my ears. She screamed until my knees hit the ground. A banshee, that's what she was. Her screams wer